"Not funny, Cam."
"Maybe not for you." As I spoke, I slipped my panties down my legs.
Suddenly, Brody's expression changed. He didn't look angry. More like smug.
Then he stripped his shirt over his head.
I swallowed hard. Brody had filled out extremely well. In high school, he'd been well-muscled from playing soccer and running track, but he'd also been lean. He was still in great shape, but his musculature had acquired more bulk than it had once had. He wasn't cut like a cover model, but he was in better shape than any man I'd seen in the flesh. Except maybe my brother, but I tried not to look at him half-naked.
Brody, I could stare at all day.
I also wondered how in the heck I could ever think he would hurt himself carrying me the twenty-five or thirty feet from the living room to his bedroom. He looked strong enough to carry me for a mile if he had to.
He had chest hair. I liked that he didn't manscape like so many men I'd seen. I wanted to touch him. To feel the smooth heat of his skin in contrast to the crisp hair.
Before I thought too much about it, I had one knee on the bed. Brody shook his head.
Oh, I was onto his game now.
He put his hands on his belt and unbuckled it. As he did, I brought my other knee up until I knelt on the bed, my knees slightly spread.
If I'd been with any other man, I never would have had the courage to sit in front of him in that position, but the dim lighting and the fact that it was Brody standing across from me gave me courage.
I rested my hands on my thighs and arched my back just a bit.
And that was all it took.
Brody practically ripped his jeans down his legs, taking his briefs with them. I didn't get a good look at what lay beneath before he lunged across the bed and dragged me against him.
At the first touch of his bare skin against mine, my first instinct was to rub myself against him like a cat. I settled for running my hands over his shoulders and chest, down to his bare hips.
I smiled as goose bumps broke out over his skin. I pressed my lips to his sternum. He released a sharp hiss when my tongue darted out and tasted his skin.
"Are we still playing?" I asked him, nuzzling his pectoral muscle.
His flesh was hot beneath my cheek and I lifted my right hand to trail a finger down the center of his abdomen. The muscles clenched beneath my touch and I traced them.
"Brody?"
His fingers closed around my wrist, pulling my hand away from his belly as I trailed my finger lower and lower. "Jesus, Cam. I need a second."
I tilted my head back and stared at him. My eyes felt heavy and my body throbbed in time with my heartbeat. "Are you trying to torture me?" I asked.
"I was wondering the same thing about you," Brody murmured, lowering his head.
This time when he kissed me, it was slow and indulgent. My blood was still hot, but the rest of my body seemed to slow down.
Brody turned me and laid me down in the center of the bed, hovering over me as his mouth moved to my throat. My fingers tangled in his hair, clutching him to me as his lips slid lower and closed over my nipple.
I gasped at the first lash of his tongue and arched my back when he sucked the tip of my breast deeper into his mouth.
Brody cupped my other breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging at the nipple.
"You're definitely trying to torture me," I said.
I felt Brody's smile against my skin. "Only a little."
He straightened suddenly and pulled my knees apart. My first urge was to stick my hand over the area he just exposed. Mostly because I hadn't been expecting the move.
